Under the moonlight

Despite her slightly plump figure, Liang Yuanyuan was quick and efficient when she moved, especially at work. In less than half an hour, just before the printer was about to break down, she neatly arranged and categorized a thick stack of hot, ink-smelling documents in front of Zhao Meng.

He didn't even bother to look at it, grabbed it, and got up to leave. As he walked, he told Liang Yuanyuan, "Later, I'll go talk to them. We have all the documents, so there shouldn't be any more problems. You contact my friend and briefly explain the situation to him. It will probably be a day late."

"OK, all right."

Huang Meng was still helping Liang Yuanyuan organize the documents she didn't need when the roar of Zhao Meng's car came from afar. Looking up, she saw Liang Yuanyuan rushing over again, muttering repeatedly, "Phone, phone, where did I put it? Oh, it's here!"

Huang Meng looked at the notebook in her hand and saw a string of numbers that didn't seem to be from China. "What's this?"

"Oh, it's the phone number of the boss's friend in country S. The boss asked me to inform him that the goods will arrive a day late."

"Is he Chinese?" Huang Meng asked curiously.

"No, he's a local, but he speaks a little bit of Chinese."

“I’ll talk to him,” Huang Meng volunteered.

“Okay, that works too. You’ll be able to explain things to him more clearly, and if he has any questions for you, you can answer them clearly.” Liang Yuanyuan handed the phone to Huang Meng.

The call was answered after a long time. Huang Meng said nervously, "Hello, are you Zhao Meng's friend?" She waited patiently as she spoke, but all she heard on the other end of the line was a noisy background noise mixed with some static. Huang Meng listened carefully to the background noise and felt increasingly chilled.

"Hello, hello, is that you, Zhao Meng?" Finally, someone spoke up.

"Hello, I'm Zhao Meng's employee. He asked me to tell you that the medicine will arrive a day later." Huang Meng had many questions she wanted to ask, but she decided to prioritize the important matter.

"Oh my god, it'll be another day later, okay, okay!" The other party seemed quite helpless.

"Hello, how is the situation over there? Is it serious?" Huang Meng asked quickly.

"No, no, not good at all. Today, the area of ​​infection has expanded again. We have limited medical staff and a shortage of medicines. We can only do our best to protect women and children now." Hearing the other person's voice, which was almost choked with sobs, Huang Meng's heart clenched tightly.

"Don't other cities provide support? What about the government?"

“Other cities? They’re running away as fast as they can. This plague broke out suddenly, catching everyone off guard. And it was caused by piles of corpses. The air is full of poisonous gas. This city is like a poison city now. Who would dare to go near it? Let alone other countries. They’re avoiding it like the plague.” Huang Meng listened to his almost desperate tone, and the images of Dorva and Nasha’s family flashed before her eyes again. What was their situation? Were they alright?

"What about the embassy in Country C? How are they?" Huang Meng couldn't help but ask, expressing her concerns.

"We've had a plague outbreak here and are in self-isolation. They're outside our city, and to be honest, I don't know much about their situation. Please tell Zhao Meng we need him. To be a little selfish, I really hope he can come back and help me, like when the riots first broke out, he helped me rescue many of my comrades. But... beep beep beep..."

It must be a signal problem; the other person hung up before they finished speaking.

"Well, did you explain it to him clearly?" Liang Yuanyuan had been watching Huang Meng closely, and after seeing her say so much, she thought that this S language was indeed complicated!

Huang Meng heard Liang Yuanyuan speaking to her and nodded mechanically, but the words she had just heard kept echoing in her mind: when the riots broke out, he was in S country, he was actually in S country too!

Huang Meng walked into the conference room in a daze and sat down with a thud. She had always thought that her relationship with Zhao Meng had ended when she transferred back to school, and that she would never have the chance to meet him again in this lifetime. But fate had other plans, and they met again.

Was their relationship destined or not?

In the tiny country of S, she was caught in a once-in-a-century riot. Coincidentally, Zhao Meng was also there, but the two of them were unable to meet amidst the merciless chaos. What exactly does this mean?

Huang Meng sat in the chair, thinking and thinking but still couldn't understand the meeting and the missed opportunity between her and him, and could only smile bitterly in helplessness.

However, it's okay if I can't figure these things out. Fate is something you have to figure out yourself. The most important thing now is to contact the embassy and see how they are doing.

She hurriedly opened her phone's webpage and searched for information about the embassy in S country, but the page only showed pictures of the embassy and a brief introduction. There was no information about the plague in S country at all.

Huang Meng frowned, her fingers rapidly swiping across the webpage on the screen. She tried several keywords but couldn't find the information she wanted.

What's going on? Even if S country is a small country, if they can't control the epidemic, shouldn't the surrounding countries be even more worried? Why is there no news about it online?

Huang Meng put down her phone, leaned back in her chair, and frowned. Why did this plague seem so strange? That person had just said that the plague was caused by the accumulation of corpses, but where did all those corpses come from that weren't cleared away? Xu Ao had also mentioned that they suspected the mercenaries responsible for clearing the city had deliberately piled up the corpses in hidden places, but what was their purpose in doing so?

Huang Meng remained in this position, desperately searching her mind for any clues about Country S. Suddenly, a masked face, revealing only a pair of vulture-like, sinister eyes, appeared in her mind.

She suddenly looked up. "It's him, that mercenary leader!"

No wonder he offered the terms of exchange so readily, even at the cost of abandoning those who followed him. I initially thought he was ruthless, but what if it was a scheme? What if it wasn't their ultimate goal, but this plague?

Huang Meng suddenly stood up from her chair. She lowered her head, bit her fingers, and paced anxiously back and forth in the conference room. She needed time to sort everything out again, feeling that there was something she had forgotten.